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The night was eerily silent, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant hoot of an owl. The old house at the edge of town stood silent, its walls worn and weathered by time, as if bearing witness to countless secrets. Inside, the air was dense with the scent of burning sage and the soft, rhythmic hum of a voice lost in an ancient chant. Shadows danced across the walls of a small, dimly lit room, their shapes twisting and morphing with each flicker of the candlelight. At the center of the room, sitting cross-legged on a worn rug, was a young woman. Her eyes were clouded and unfocused, staring into a realm beyond the visible.
In the depths of her mind, a kaleidoscope of visions danced, swirling and shifting like shadows in a moonlit forest. Whispers echoed in the recesses of her consciousness, teasing and tantalizing, yet eluding her grasp like fleeting phantoms. With a soft groan, she felt the weight of her gift pressing upon her, an unrelenting flood of sights and sounds that threatened to consume her sanity.
Blood trickled from the corners of her eyes, a testament to the strain of her abilities. She winced, the metallic tang of iron staining her lips as she struggled to focus. Her gaze darted back and forth, searching for elusive truths that remained just beyond her reach, like whispers on the edge of silence.
With a sudden surge of frustration, she unleashed a primal scream. Her fists clenched, nails biting into her palms as she fought against the tide of chaos that threatened to engulf her. In a burst of motion, she rose to her feet, the echo of her footsteps reverberating through the empty space around her.
In a fit of rage, she kicked out at a nearby bucket of water, sending it tumbling across the floor with a resounding crash. The liquid spilled forth in a shimmering cascade, its surface rippling like a mirror reflecting fractured truths.
With a choked sob, the young woman sank to her knees, her fingers curling into the rough surface of the floorboards. Desperation clawed at her chest, a visceral ache that threatened to consume her whole. "S'il vous plaît," she pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper, "S'il vous plaît, montrez-moi le chemin." As if in response to her plea, the very air within the room seemed to stir, whispers of the past swirling around her like restless spirits.
Gasping for breath, she clutched at her throat, the weight of the unseen voices pressing down upon her like a suffocating shroud. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed in the stillness of the room. With a surge of determination, she pounded her fists against the floorboards, each blow a defiant challenge to the forces that sought to silence her.
"Disparaître," she rasped, her words a whispered command that hung heavy in the air. And in an instant, the world around her stilled, the flickering candles that had cast their warm glow now extinguished in a breath of wind.
Gasping for air, she lay sprawled upon the cold floor, her body trembling with exhaustion. Minutes passed like eternity, the silence broken only by the ragged sound of her breath. Slowly, she rose to her feet, her movements weighted with the burden of what she had witnessed.
Without a backward glance, she stepped out into the night, the door closing behind her with a soft click. In the stillness of the night, she walked away from the house, her footsteps fading into the darkness.
Translation:
Disparaître - Disappear
(my french sucks, i'm rusty. there will 100% be mistakes)
